The little girl

There stands the little girl,
Who wears a pretty frock,
And watches the dolphins dance,
Looks right over the docks.

She loves the deep blue sky,
And does not wonder that it is blue.
Rather, she wonders that it isn't green!

 There stands the little girl,
Who dreams of castles,
That she might build,
Someday to come.

The castle might be pink,
Or blue, or brown, for all you know,
But what does it matter,
Even if it were sand or snow?

There stands the little girl,
Who watches carriages port
The portly queens and kings around,
And wonders, oh, what sport!

For the carriage to undertake carriage
Of such 'privileged luggage'  ,
How would it be rationing this bargain out?:)

 
There stands the little girl,
And spies the barnyard,
She watches the horse neigh
And the pigs bathe,
And well, she wonders,
Do they know the should's and shouldn'ts?
Aren't they better off for that?

There stands the little girl,
And tries to do the math,
But then, there's a mansion 
That's shrouded in orchids,
She'd rather notice it. 

There stands the little girl.